Tonight, an error in American localization prompted one of Animal Crossing’s shy lady goats to suggest that I spent my free time “washing [my] hose.” I know I basically mention this game every time I write anything here, and anyone who isn’t already a fan of this series is probably rolling their eyes, all “get a life”-style, but it really is a testament to this game’s ability to suspend one’s disbelief that I was shocked at the Freudian slip; any game that makes me chastize its NPCs, out loud, while playing it past midnight in my bed (“Nan!”), is doing something right.